THE VIRGIN AND THREE WIDOWS

About Risma..

Ting.

A tone of incoming messages sounded from the phone yes tucked inside the drawer. The owner of the phone who was sitting in a regular place immediately opened the drawer and took his phone. Turn on the phone screen and open the chat application.

My guy. Name of the contact who sent the chat message. Instantly the lips of the owner of the phone smiled and immediately read the message.

"Why, Yang? Don't forget to eat?" A simple and very ordinary question yet so precious to the soul of a soul beset by love.

"Again this relaxed sitting. Where are you, Yang? got the stuff?" He replied and he sent the message.

No need to wait long for the reply to come.

"Not all, Yang. It's gonna eat the same bang Jati." And the woman immediately replied again.

"Yes, the heart. Don't forget it's afternoon."

"Yes, honey. Yeah, I ate first, bye, baby, muach."

And the short chat stopped.

Jaka today is going with his brother looking for something related to the argument. His intention to open a business really must be serious he did. What else he is in order to raise capital to propose the dream widow.

While the woman, now also seems busy serving some buyers in her shop.

Now only Melati whose heart is pounding incoherently. Today was the plan for him to visit Jaka's house. Of course he's very agitated. Although Jaka even Yanti has given her confidence that Jaka's parents will accept her, but still a sense of nervousness begging her before she herself hears directly from the source.

"Dit, that's the boarding Risma have you prepared?" Melati asked after she finished serving the buyer and now she was back in her seat of greatness.

"It's just a little while ago, it's awkward." Answer Dodit who is packing sugar sand in half a kilo.

Risma, a widow whose age is not far from Melati. He divorced due to economic factors and infidelity as well. Added KDRT action that often he received made him want to not want to sue for divorce her husband. The marriage that has only been running for three years ran aground because it could not stand the man's attitude that turned out to be sweet at the time of dating.

Now Risma becomes an independent figure who is developing business. The widow who has not been blessed with the child has a hobby of making snacks. So when a widow becomes her status, she is not confused looking for the path of fortune. And it was precisely after he had his own efforts that he was able to fulfill the needs of his life even his family.

Armed with the legacy of his family, Risma built the land that is now his residence. In addition to being a place to live, the house is also a place of business to cultivate various snacks such as onde onde, donuts, odading, odading, molen and so forth that will be brought some people to be marketed with a revenue sharing system.

Dodit was one of the young men who was fascinated with the widow named Risma. The young man who was often heartbroken because of his love ran aground, now admires the widow who often gives him attention. Risma is a very caring woman. Not just to Dodit, but to everyone who feels close to him. And that attention left Dodit unnerved.

"Hair in the rapiin anyway, Dit. Let it look cute."

"The cigarettes are reduced, rather than making the cigarettes mending the money in the tube."

"Have you eaten yet? Eat here before you go home. Mba cooks a lot of tuh."

Those are some forms of attention that Dodit often receives and happy men are when someone pays attention to them.

Every time he was told to deliver Risma's order, Dodit always seemed excited. Before becoming a customer of Melati, Risma always shopping in other stores. But since the Melati store stood and the price was different from other stores, Risma moved. And that's where Melati and Risma knew each other.

"Have you eaten yet, Dit?" Ask Melati.

"Mba is just now." Dodit replied while showing his work.

"Oh. Dit, I think we're closing a little early."

"Mba has an event. The bike will take you first, will you?" Jasmine.

"Well, how will Mel go home?"

"I have someone who is. You will go home first. But don't forget Risma's order."

"When you go home, what's new mba?"

"I don't know later, Dit. The penginya in the new house." Answer Melati.

"Her motorcycle?"

"Let me chat you up."

"It's up to Mba Mel." And Dodit went back to work.

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I don't feel like time passes so quickly. Now Melati looks clean shop because the store will be closed soon and also while waiting for the lover who said he was taking a bath and soon will pick her up.

Although Dodit. He is now on his way to the home of his ideal woman. He is always excited if told to send goods there. Whether it is because of feelings of love or sheer admiration, Dodit is certainly very comfortable if you greet Risma

It didn't take long, Dodit had reached his destination. But he was surprised when he got there Risma's house looks lonely but the door is open.

Risma's residence is indeed in a complex that looks lonely. Although the neighboring houses are very close together, but somehow this area like there is no life. Moreover, almost all of his houses are walled as high as the gate. Although not luxury housing but really this place is like uninhabited.

Once the motorbike is parked, Dodit immediately went down with two boxes of goods ordered by the homeowner.

"Excuse me, mba! risma mba!" Call Dodit but there's no answer from the inside.

Seeing the door open inevitably Dodit entered and placed the ordered goods on the floor near the chair as usual. Dodit can't leave because he hasn't received any money from Risma's regular order.

But from the living room sayup Dodit heard the voice of a woman singing. Dodit asked whose voice it was?

"Mba! Risma MBA!" Shouted Dodit again but there was still no answer. While the voice of people singing is clearly heard from the inside.

Out of curiosity, Dodit ventured inside. He thought maybe Risma was in the kitchen, so he didn't hear a voice calling

Slowly Dodit stepped into Risma's house deeper with a look around.

As soon as he entered the living room, Dodit grew even more astonished. The voice of the singing person turned out to come from inside the room whose door was open not far from where Dodir was.

"Mba, Mba Risma! Mba Risma's inside, aren't you?" Call Dodit again and there's still no word. Though the singing voice was clearly the voice of the woman Dodit was looking for.

Seeing the door open, Dodit ventured to bless the room because of the sound of women singing from inside.

Once in front of the room and Dodit turned his head. His eyes immediately rounded perfectly with what he saw.His chest was pounding.

"Risma MBA!"

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